Mom #Haiku No. 899 (6/26/26) “Everything” bagel Is it really “everything”? What about toilets?

Mom #Haiku No. 898 (6/25/26) Glow-in-the-dark cane adds light to recovery. But I need brighter.

Mom #Haiku No. 897 (6/24/26) Kindergarten sings. “What a Wonderful World,” blooms. I think to myself.

Mom #Haiku No. 896 (6/23/26) Face paint turns kid wild. Cheetah kid roars. Mom smiles…sighs. Why paint the eyelids?

Mom #Haiku No. 895 (6/22/26) Bubbles in the sky: Mom, how do you put them up without equipment?

Mom #Haiku No. 894 (6/21/26) We’re done with poop talk. Okay, Dad. Pee! Pee! Pee! Fart! #HappyFathersDay!

Mom #Haiku #893 (6/20/26) Picky eater asks. Dad, how do you cook a shark? A way you’d taste it?

Mom #Haiku No. 892 (6/19/26) The kid babies me. “I’ll put you in a onesie and teach you to walk.”

Mom #Haiku No. 891 (6/18/26) Daydream vacuuming Not doing it (that would suck). Just having it done.

Mom #Haiku No. 890 She dumps out her bag. Ready to share her school year. “I’ll feed you the books.”

Mom #Haiku No. 889 (6/16/26) The #Knicks win in: five. Mom Haikus in: seventeen. Moms in: finity.

Mom #Haiku No. 888 (6/15/26) Three water bottles together again, at last… until lost once more.

Mom #Haiku No. 887 (6/14/26) I wish I could fly into the book and grab back the crown the bird stole.

Mom #Haiku No. 886 (6/13/26) Adorn my left foot. Purple bow marks injury. Warns pain; beams healing.

Mom #Haiku No. 885 (6/12/26) Cute compression socks earn my outfit compliments. Injury style chic!

Mom #Haiku No. 884 (6/11/26) How was your day, kid? I went swimming in a fire. June weather report.

Mom #Haiku No. 883 (6/10/26) First rule of PT: talk about PT, a lot. My new religion.

Mom #Haiku No. 882 (6/9/26) We be the water. You mean we swim together? No, we are water.

Mom #Haiku No. 881 (6/8/26) Where is that donut? Thought she’d forgotten that treat. Uhm, it got too old.

Mom #Haiku No. 880 (6/7/26) Math lessons count up whines, “I need a hundred hands!” Stretch with each lesson.

Mom Haiku #879 (6/6/26) Walk slow to heal fast. Breeze moves oak leaves while I lag, study our shadows.

Mom #Haiku #878 (6/5/26) “I want to hug you.” Kid reaches out. “With my foot.” Toes caress my face.

Mom #Haiku No. 877 (6/4/26) My mom, your grandma can beat us both at Go Fish. She helps us swim too.

Mom #Haiku No. 876 (6/3/26) Ice for my coffee. Extra ice for my ankle. Refresh and relieve.

Mom #Haiku No. 875 (6/2/26) Patient is “pleasant” my doctor wrote in his notes. A clinical truth!

Mom #Haiku No. 874 (6/1/26) We sweat together. Steady me. Lift me. Heal me. Compression sock hug.

Mom #Haiku No. 873 (5/31/26) “I wish our bodies were made of #mozzarella.” Sweetly cheesy dreams.

Mom #Haiku No. 872 (5/30/26) Advocacy math: action table plus snack pile equals energy.

Mom #Haiku #871 (5/29/26) Step aside, weather. Ankle is my small talk now. Injury clouds all.

Mom #Haiku No. 870 (5/28/26) Scrub. I bathe the kid. A-dub. She bathes her balloon. Dub. Both squeaky clean.

Mom #Haiku No. 869 (5/27/26) Car nap soothes us all until it stretches bedtime. But it was worth it.

Mom #Haiku No. 868 (5/26/26) Heat and thoughts swelter. “So humid! I feel crispy. I’m like a fire slug.”

Mom #Haiku No. 867 (5/25/26) There are no sidewalks and the bagels are smaller. Kid sums up upstate.

Mom #Haiku No. 866 (5/24/26) Forgot how to talk to grownups like humans do. Did I ever know?

Mom #Haiku No. 865 (5/23/26) We talk up spinach. Sprout leafy propaganda. “I could lift the earth!”

Mom #Haiku No. 864 (5/22/26) “Potty is my dream. Now it is my dream to pee.” Sounds dreamy to me.

Mom #Haiku No. 863 (5/21/26) Ask kid a question. “I can’t answer…I’m reading something in my mind.”

Mom #Haiku No. 862 (5/20/26) Walking boot boosts me. Taller than ever, I clomp. Limp elevated.

Mom #Haiku #861 (5/19/26) “You should take that mole and put it in the trash can.” Kid doctor tidies.

Mom #Haiku No. 860 (5/18/26) “What your PT spot?” Friends once sought recs for fun stuff. Now seek to fix pains.

Mom #Haiku No. 859 (5/17/26) I mom. I haiku. Expert in neither of these. So, I keep going.

Mom #Haiku No. 858 (5/16/26) Kid checks the forecast. “Let it be snowy and warm.” Dream weather report.

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Mom Haiku #857 (5/15/26) “Watch out,” baker warns. “The croissant might be too warm.” Caution: delicious.

Mom Haiku #856 (5/14/26) “It feels like my brain is in a million places all at once…” We breathe.

Mom Haiku #855 (5/13/26) Dough, sauce, cheese lessons build appetites for learning pizza scholarship.

Mom Haiku #854 (5/12/26) Snuggles her toy bat. Wears jack-o’-lantern PJs. Springtime Halloween!

Mom Haiku #853 (5/11/26) Pout becomes a shout. MOM! You ignored me for HOURS! You mean three minutes?

Mom Haiku #852 (5/10/26) Ankle twist turns tough. Never met my grandfather whose cane supports me.

Mom Haiku #851 (5/9/26) “You are funnier than I thought you would be, Mom.” #HappyMothersDay!